Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.